Mrs. T. Under the circumstances, we must, out of consideration for his feelings, allow him to make himself as useful as possible.
Mr. T. This affair is most awkward.
Mrs. T. I have a feeling that Hilda may not have gone; I'm going to search the house. [Exit, l.
Mr. T. Good heavens, Sue, we've forgotten the burglar!
Sue. He can't get away; you must telephone——
Mr. T. (flying around). Where is the telephone book?
Sue. I'll find it. [Exit, l. Mr. T. follows.
Enter Hilda softly, r. Looks about cautiously. Sees teapot. Takes it and shakes it indignantly.
Hilda (to herself). There, I knew it! He didn't take it. He hasn't even come out. (Examines Dean's suit-case and overcoat.) He's in there now telling father and making fun of me. The wretch! (Stamps her foot.) I might have known that I couldn't trust him. I'll go to New York now anyway. (Moves toward r., then comes back.) No, I'll stay out in the summer-house and confront him with proof of his perfidy. (Sees basket.) I'll dispose of this teapot too. (Hides teapot in basket of old clothes.) Mrs. McLaffety may find it useful in making the morning coffee. I'll never forgive Mr. Dean, never, never! [Exit, hurriedly, r.
Enter Mr. T., l., with telephone book, followed by Sue and Mrs. T., the latter in tears.